Nary a Non-Narrated Tale

It was a dark day when the heroes met. The world had become cold, and with every passing moment, so did those who lived on it. The first pair was an unlikely one, for sure; a unicorn that dug holes and a pegasus that made swords had nothing in common. But, as if to taunt us, Fate picks only the least likely of beings to become the greatest.

The second was yet stranger; a farmer from the outer lands and an industrialist, meeting by sheer chance as they went to their capitol to find the cause to their problems. At first, they resented each other with great force. Each hated the other with a passion that burned brighter than Celestia's sun, and for equally unfounded and confusing reasons. Of course, the heroes work best when they get along, and it wasn't but a day before they found that they had more in common than they realized.

The third pair was the strangest of them all. A magical mechanist (who was a pegasus, no less) and a mysterious unicorn of unknown origin. They were the most quarrelsome, but in a good way. They teased and shoved and fought, but through it all, they built a bond forged in the fires of conflict and cooled in the waters of forgiveness.

The fourth- and final- pair was perhaps the only one that was particularly ordinary. Two gryphons, one who worked as an accountant, and the other, an architect. They had no quarrel between themselves, instead opting to simply get the job done and ignore each other unless the situation requested otherwise.

They would travel far across the lands to find the source of whatever it was that had begun to kill the world, and would cross paths many times. Whatever their feats would be, they would be known as the force of the century, and whilst they would go by many names, one would lock into their stories for the rest of time.

They were...the Yogscast.